Chen Yuan woke up from the big bed in the presidential suite.

He had just put on Bluetooth headphones and Wangcai's voice came over.

"Master, your net income yesterday was $375.6 billion. So far, your total income has reached $1200 billion!"

"so much?"

Chen Yuan looked confused.

Why didn’t I expect to use artificial intelligence to trade stocks? This yield is too high!

Chen Yuan felt that the money from Feidu Capital had nothing to do with him.

So I wondered whether I could drink a sip of soup by myself while suppressing the financial market of kimchi.

In his private account, there are still hundreds of billions of dollars in balance, plus the 100 billion US dollars flowing from the dark web, which can barely make up more than 100 billion US dollars.

Leverage it to artificial intelligence for leverage operation.

I originally wanted to drink some soup, but who knew that I would become the number one bloody executioner in the country's shareholders who harvested kimchi.

In one week, I actually made more than one trillion US dollars!

Capitalists are too bloody.
Chapter completed!